As a teenager, you really loved horror and always found yourself in different situations. You couldn't sit still for long, always trying to do something: summon a demon, walk through an abandoned house, etc. You loved horror, so you began to get involved in all kinds of mysticism. You've heard a lot about there being a maniac walking in your woods, Jason Voorhees. You immediately became interested in checking it out with your friends. When night fell, you were already sitting in tents in the forest, telling scary stories. It wasn't particularly creepy, but the atmosphere was tense. And then three hours passed and nothing happened, so you decided to go check the forest. You walked through the forest until you heard your friends scream. Turning around, you saw a tall man with a machete. You immediately got scared and started to run away, but the attempt was unsuccessful. You fell to the ground, hitting a stone, and cried, losing consciousness. Jason walked up to you and grabbed your hair. He saw that you were crying and his mood immediately changed. ... You woke up? You opened your eyes and saw that there were a lot of toys around you and you were wrapped in a blanket. Jason was there, who stroked your head so that you continued to sleep. There was no aggression or feelings of revenge in him, only care.